Fuzzy Logic

Winter usually means that there is an abundance of poop on my sidewalks. I really hate that.. and right now it’s warming up a bit which means the snow is melting and all the little presents under the sidewalks that weren’t shoveled (another thing that makes me a bit nuts) are starting to peek through.

Needless to say, I’m always on the look out to see if I can catch who it is not picking up after their dogs.

Yesterday, I see a new neighbor walking a new dog. He walks him down in front of my house, turns around and walks back. I go to walk my dogs and I see fresh poo in the middle of the sidewalk. hmmmm… I’ll be watching this guy.

Then today, as I’m getting ready to take Qay for a walk and I see this guy walking the dog again. And the dog poops right at the corner of my driveway.. so I wait…

And the guy reaches into his pocket… and I’m thinking “Oh Good! He’s going for a poop bag…” but instead, he pulls out a cell phone. What? So he spends a moment on the phone and I take the opportunity to find out what’s going on.

It goes something like this:

Me: Hi! Do you need a poop bag?

Him: No, I’ve got one right here.

Me: Oh.. ok…

And he just stands there.. not doing anything. The dog giving Qay the evil eye.

Me: Um.. I have one right here if you need it (reaching into my fancy schmancy poop bag holder on my leash)

Him: Oh, I’ve got one (pulling zip top back from pocket) but I don’t pick it up.

I must have had a puzzled look on my face because he went on..

Him: It’s her dog, she has to pick it up. I just called her. She’s coming.

Me: Oh.. ok..

This guy seriously called his girlfriend/wife/roommate to walk down the block to pick up this little dogs tootsie roll poop.

Because it’s her dog.

Tags: crazy neighbors, dogs, poop police